Category Archives: Complications

Gibberish

Sometimes your nonsense makes
More sense than all the carefully 
Wrought philosophies others take
To heart. What we don't know fills
Our minds with theories and sends
Us scattering willy-nilly in and out
Of rabbit holes. Thoughts can also
Be empty like the junk food you're 
Consuming. No value-added just an
Automatically registered ooh or ugh
Sometimes you mumble truth when
Others spew misguided words that 
Scatter like ants surprised off their
Hill. You know better. Lying doesn't 
Come easily to you. You seek clarity
Until it slips from your tongue like
Honey. Honey is sweet but it is not
A junk food. Honey can, like a well
Thought out thought, add value to
The conversation. It offers cohesion.

Imagine

What will fire my imagination 
Today? Is there hope or love in
The skies to set it soaring high
With aspirations, winged in the
Flight but avoiding Icarus' fate.
Avoiding fire but being fired up,
Oxymoron upon oxymoron rings
In my ears or is it some other less 
Familiar trope begging recognition.
Imagination needs its recognition
Too. It leans on the familiar to find
Its trajectory before taking off, high
Or sometimes just skimming. Low
Is another plane, a surface where
Thoughts become ideas and our
Imagination ignites, soaring or
Skimming, avoiding flames but
Fired up with hope, torment, love.